Home the foreign land

The heart is calling for love and peace.

Calling to see the faces of my parents

The chest is heavy as I miss them, the land, the trees

I'm here now

But my Home is at home

The anxiety of being far is fueling the speed

Of the time passing. They are older now.

Foreign is the land, foreign is my land

The loved ones are far .My heart is split

The life is bleeding out. The end is coming closer

My death should be my healing